Pinksilver - A Party To Remember

"So..." She purred sensually once she had caught her breath, wriggling back further into him, her long fluffy tail stroking his own as his wrapped gently around hers. "Did you have fun?"

Part of him was worried he was about to lamely respond with a still-bewildered "Eeeyup", or "Yes", or worse, "Eeeyesss". Instead, that carnal beast that hungered for sensuality seemed to take over again, finding it easier this time, connecting to the speech centers of his mind. With a wide satisfied smile and tired eyes, he held her closer to him and purred sensually into her ear, "Pinkie Pie, that was the most fun I've ever had in my life. It was incredible, a spectacular symphony of love and passion. But if I may... What convinced you to send me that party invite?"

"Well, I knew you liked me, and I saw how you looked at me when I couldn't tell." She admitted. "And you seem kinda really super lonely almost all the time, so I thought you needed some cheering up."

"Oh. Uh... Did you mean, 'When you think I couldn't tell'?'" He asked, not sure what to think about her thinking he seemed lonely.

"Nope!" She chirped happily. "Pinkie Sense." She explained.

"Okay." He said understandingly. "So... You knew I had a crush on you?"

"Yep! And on Twilight, too!" She said happily. "And maaaybe a teensy tiny little one on Dashie. And an even teenier tinier itty bitty one on Applejack."

Silver wasn't sure why, but the idea that she knew all along shocked him, and yet one thought felt far more important than the others. Feeling unusually insecure, a feeling he was glad to be rid of when he closed off his heart long ago, he asked, "Does that... Make you think less of me?"

"Of course not, silly!" She laughed, and though he couldn't explain why, all seemed right with the world. "You can have a bunch of friends, right? That doesn't mean you like each one less. It's not like liking stuff is frosting, and you only have enough to put it on a few cakes! You have all the frosting you want. But there are some cakes you like so much, you put extra decorations on, and they're your best friends! And then there are some really really good cakes you put a ton of decorations on! But that doesn't mean you can't have other cakes. And it's great that you like my friends! As long as you still like me and want to be my friend and love me too, everything's great."

Some would have found that metaphor hard to follow, but not him. "You're right." He said, smiling and hugging her tighter. She made an odd gleeful squealing sound that reminded him of a dog's squeaky toy. Finding it adorable, he held her tighter, and found himself oddly tired, something about her warmth and presence relaxing him. With her, he didn't need to be his usual guarded paranoid self. She gave a cute yawn, lightly closed her eyes, and fell asleep with a tiny smile. He supposed he could also do with a nap, and allowed himself to drift off with her in his hooves.

He woke up about an hour later when Pinkie Pie snuggled out of his loosened embrace, slowly pulled his now-flaccid stallionhood out of her with her tail, and rolled over, a cute smile on her face as she stared into his less-tired-than-usual eyes. "Hey... Are you hungry?" She purred.

"For you?" He asked, a dreamy smile on his face.

"No, for actual food. I'm kinda hungry." She admitted with an embarrassed smile. "Should I go make something?"

He smiled. "I've seen how you bake. Twelve things cooking and mixing and baking at once, being in twelve places at once, rushing around and making by yourself what would normally take a whole team of the best Chefs and bakers in Canterlot." He said, admiring and respecting her and her skill. "It looks like chaos to the casual observer, but you're in complete control. And you've seen how I bake, operating everything at once as I watch from the side with my horn alight with magic, in total control of it all. I could only wish I was as good a chef as you. Pinkie, watching you would be a treat almost as delicious as your food."

She smiled wider at the compliment, getting out of bed and going to the kitchen. His stallionhood started to retract into its sheath, so he could get out of bed without it distractingly stroking itself against the bedsheets.

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She started by running to the oven and preheating it to 350C, then grabbing a bag of flour from a pile of them in a dedicated flour cupboard, dashing over to the kitchen table and leaving it there as she grabbed a big bowl from the shelf behind her with her tail, turning and putting the bowl onto the table, then her tail knocked the open bag over a little, causing it to start slowly pouring flower into the bowl. She got out two cake tins and some butter from the fridge, and her tail expertly twisted and bent as it buttered both cake tins, before reappearing in front of the kitchen, getting out some chocolate, four blocks of the finest high-quality baker's chocolate, tossing them all into her bowl, righting the flour bag to stop it from spilling any more when she got the right amout into the bowl.

He watched her absolute mastery of the kitchen, how she continued to zip about at speeds most Pegasi would be hard pressed to achieve, how she didn't waste a single second of time and how everything in her room was absolute in its perfection. She was the absolute epitome of baking skill.

It was kinda hot.

It was hotter when she suddenly appeared in front of him and kissed him slowly, passionately, hungrily. Yet when he got over his surprise and leaned forwards to kiss her back, she pulled back and grabbed two eggs from the fridge, her tail moved to the side so he could see her marehood wink invitingly at him, a single glistening drop of arousal dripping down before being caught and soaked up by her tail before it hit the ground. He felt his stallionhood extend downwards from its sheath  She grabbed the eggs with her mouth and dashed to the bowl, cracking the eggs on the bowl's side and pouring them in expertly as her tail softly stroked his chest before going up to his chin, not letting a single piece of eggshell fall into the mixture as her tail wrapped around his head and gently pulled forwards, inviting him to start licking. He gave a long, slow lick around the outer lips, and was rewarded by that taste again, her taste.

She dashed off to get the egg beater or whisk or whatever it was called over here, along with the milk. However, she returned with just the whisk and a third low, wide cake tin. She placed the cake tin beneath her where she stood, she balanced her upper body up on the counter and wrapped her left foreleg around the bowl while gripping the handle with her right hoof, a thin strap around it attaching it to her hoof as she quickly and furiously spun the tool into the mixture. Part of him wondered how quickly those hooves could pry an orgasm out of him if she put them to work on his stallionhood, while the rest of him was more concerned with how her tail gently wrapped around his head and guided him lower, beneath and past her winking slit, towards two things he'd almost forgotten about.

Her teats, two slightly-darker dots of pink on mounds of flesh that were kinda big for a pony, and seemed bigger than they were last time he saw them. A Minotaur would generously call them a C-cup, and he wasn't sure what to think. A gentle push on the back of his head reminded her of what she wanted. He sat and lowered his body, then reached up with his head, giving her right teat an uncertain lick. She moaned out, her breasts quivering slightly. He licked again and again, wondering if there was a point to all of this, when he felt something on his tongue, something creamy and sweet and vaguely strawberry-flavoured.

She wasn't...

He kept licking, and gently sucking on it, and found that it was. She was lactating. How was this even possible?

...Oh, right, Pinkie Pie.

He moved his head to her other teat, tugging and licking at it, swallowing everything that came out. The more he tugged, the more her teats seemed to awaken, producing more and more milk. He figured out what she was doing, and smiled as he realised what using it would do to the cake.

His horn glowed as he used magic to speed up the process, her breasts now sagging slightly and regularly dripping milk into the cake tin below, rewarding his every suck with a mouthful of her delicious milk. He could hear her moaning above him, and could almost hear the cute blush in her tone. His stallionhood hardened beneath him and stood in front of him once again, finding something oddly arousing about how he was in near total control of her right now, and could make her moan and shudder and scream with just a small flick of the tongue.

"Stop!" She begged suddenly, her tail gently pushing his head back. He complied, pulling back, and his jaw dropped when he saw her soaking wet slit clench and wink uncontrollably, begging for release. For a moment, he idly wondered why she didn't let go and enjoy herself, and then he realised that would result in her 'Releasing' into the cake tin full of breast milk beneath her. Would that stop her from using it in her cake? Would it dilute it, and stop the cake from rising properly? Or would it just ruin the taste, by mixing it with something else?

He leaned and looked at her face, and his stallionhood twitched a little at the sight. She was blushing hard, she was breathing heavily, no, carefully controlling her breathing, almost every muscle in her body was tensed up, her teats were slowly dripping milk into the cake tin below, her tail was shivering slightly... She was close, so close, and she knew it, yet she was holding herself back with all her might. She was that deternined to make a truly great cake for them both to enjoy. If he didn't love her before, he did now.

Wait... Love? Was he even capable of an emotion like that? He'd only recently got the hang of caring, and being considerate, and empathy, stuff like that. Did he really have love down already? Man, he was awesome.

Her deep breathing slowed to a more reasonable pace as she seemed to calm down. She looked back at him, face just as cutely flushed as ever, and purred, "Okay, you can keep going again."

He didn't have to be told twice. He descended hungrily upon her teats, suckling one while gently kneading the other with his magic, able to feel it just as well as if he'd used his hooves. He pinched the tip of her nipple with his teeth and gave a careful, gentle tug, getting a long stream of milk into his mouth while a long moan from her caressed his ears and told him he was doing a good job.

When the cake tin was about half-full, her tail twitched a little, followed by one of her hooves repeatedly stamping lightly on the ground like a dog's leg when it's ear was scratched. "Wait!" She declared suddenly. He pulled back, she put down the bowl of ingredients and left the whisk in the mixture, then got back down on the ground. She looked down at the cake tin filled with her milk, a proud smile on her face. She stepped forwards and nuzzled him in thanks, her warm body pressed against his arousing him more. His horn flashed for a moment as he cast a quick hygiene spell, sterilising just about everything in a radius of thirty feet to meet medical requirements without affecting its taste or chemical makeup. Then she picked up the milk tray masterfully, not spilling a drop as she poured some of her milk into her cake mix, and saved the rest for later. The spell he cast on her teats wore off and they seemed to dry up as the failsafe activated, a predetermined number of seconds without being manually milked having gone by. She reached up and stirred the mixture again, faster this time, putting her whole body into it, and he got a good look as her flanks jiggled slightly, just enough to catch his eye. It almost took his eyes off how hard she was mixing that cake batter, how quickly she was tearing into it. At that speed, he was pretty sure she could outdo even the fastest of magic-powered mechanical whisks.

She finished whisking the ingredients together, and paused to look back at him as she took the wooden spoon, raised it to her mouth, and she kept her sexual stare burning into his eyes as she gave it a long, slow lick, from base to tip, then back down the other way, and then her tongue started to deftly clean the entire whisk, her long Earth Pony tongue slipping between the metal rings and licking all the batter from the whisk she'd used not moments ago.

She tossed the whisk across the room and it landed directly into the empty sink, the loud clattering slightly shaking him out of his trance as she picked up the bowl of ingredients, poured it into the two buttered-up non-milky cake trays she'd prepared earlier until they were three-quarters full, leaving plenty of room for the chocolate cakes to rise. Finally, she opened the preheated oven, placed the cakes within them, closed the oven, set up a baking timer, and with everything ready, she dashed over to him and kissed him with an intensity he didn't think possible.